I awoke to a gentile kissing of my neck. It felt so good that it brought a smile to my lips. I was almost positive that it was Bill kissing me, but I couldn't sure. I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made believe I was still asleep so whoever it was would continue. I next felt my sides being touched then a hand on my tummy "I can see you smiling, you snea...
A massive thanks to Nora Fares for being my very first editor ever (after all these years I finally bit the bullet team) and to the great Randi Black for another inspired event. Here it is then. It was a very dull overcast day in the History Department of the large West Country University, and post-graduate student Holly Cogdale picked up her one-hundred-a...
This is a 77,000+ novelette, so here is some idea of what you're getting into before starting such a long story. The husband, Clint, recounts the last twenty-six + years of his deep loving relationship with his wife, Lori. Much like a movie, he takes you back and relives the important and formative events that ultimately lead up to the present-day situation...
"I don't want to go back to work," were the words uttered by my wife that added excitement to our lives that I never fully expected. Our youngest child was getting ready to enter into first grade and for the first time in 8 years, my wife would not have to be dealing with children at home. She would be free to go back to work and take some of the financial b...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** She starts to walk passed me but stops. I curtsy as she enters your home. She suddenly turns to me, the front door still o...
Chapter Four: I'll Bet She Thought She'd Never Get To Come My wife and I woke up in a heap the next morning with Charlotte, our new sex slave. We kicked her out of bed and sent her down to the café with our morning order. This would be a daily task for Charlotte. Black coffee is pretty hard to screw up, but my wife had the most complicated tea and croissant...
Author’s Note: This story is written in expression of my passion for pirates. Ever since I was in high school, I have fantasized about a handsome rogue, back in the day, capturing me and whisking me off to his pirate ship to have his way with me again and again. I read numerous romance novels around pirates and more recently, have done some research on them...
Where to begin? I guess I should start by saying that I am guilty. Guilty of being one of the many, many husbands who has such an all-consuming fantasy of wanting to watch his wife fuck another man. My wife and I recently celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary and I have had this fantasy since the night before our wedding. I didn't know at the time of co...
This story is copyrighted (c), all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. *** Grace sat in her black mourning dress and waited, her hands composedly resting in her lap. From her bedroom she could hear every noise in the house. She heard the brisk steps of her personal maid rushing up the stairs to take advantage of the extra time...
When I did wake up it was to a sharp slap on the ass. I opened my eyes and looked up at Brandi. Standing over me naked. She didn't look happy. "Toy, you will always wake before me and you will wake me up by slowly and gently licking up my leg until you reach my pussy. You will then flick the tip of your tongue over the lips of my pussy until I awake. You wi...